Well, then.

This is an Alpina B7.

I just drove one through Kendall, all over I-93, and into Chinatown. Then I gave it back.

He's doing that thing again,

where he re-visits his music. It's easier than reading 750 backed-up entries.

I'll run in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine,
Into the room inside my head,
The walls are black, the roof is red.